Her breathing began to steady, and she continued to swing her skull to keep her gaze fully on her surroundings. Another mare joined them, also explaining the virtues of the caves. Nyx's legs itched with the desire to be on her way, but before they could move, she saw it. The demon. Perhaps it used to be a mare, but now it was a beast - the silver soldier reared high, ears pinning to her skull and a horrified whinny blasting from her muzzle. Then there's a fog and a sneeze, and every muscle in Nyx's body screamed at her to run. But one of the other mares stepped up, putting herself between the demon and themselves; the other woman vowed to stand and fight.

Nyx found herself torn, hero or coward. She knew they had no hope against the wraith, as the merest hint of a cough or a touch could infect them, but she could not simply sit back and let her herdmates take the blows meant for her. She was a warrior, and her heart was wrapped in steel - she could not flee, not in good conscience. Her father's shoulder crashed into hers and she whickers her confusion, the whites of her eyes visible as they darted between the demon and the horses standing strong nearby. "We can't leave them, father! We are warriors, and it is our job to protect our herd or die trying." But this was worse than death, and Nyx knew it. This was a living hell, to be trapped in your own body, forced to infect the ones you loved...Her father began to run, and a distressed shriek fled the girl's blackened lips - she didn't know what to do. Her desire to stay and fight smothered her natural instinct to run like hell, and she couldn't decide which to obey.

But in the end, there was only one answer.

Even if she ran with Nato, the wraith might overwhelm the others and come after them. Hell, they might even be infected now, after that sneeze. Seeing her father be infected would be a thousand times worse than suffering it herself - but if they split up, the beast could only come after one of them. If she lured it over towards her, then her sire and herdmates could flee. There was no use in standing in front of it, vowing to fight; Nyx knew what she had to do. Lure it away, act as bait; by the time it caught her, the others could be long gone. With a final longing look at Nato, during which time the mare's blue eyes begged for his forgiveness, Nyx began to run in the opposite direction. She moved at a slow trot, then stopped to look over at the demon and the other Edge residents nearby. Gathering her breath, the iron woman shouted over to the creature, her entire body tensed in preparation to run. "Oi, ugly! Over here!" She was rather good at taunting, albeit usually without realising. Now was the time to put those dubious skills to the test.

Like an irritating, buzzing bee, Nyx bounced from hoof to hoof, her voice carrying easily over to the zombie. "C'mon, you stinky whore! Ignore them, they're boring, standing right in front of you - I'm far more fun! Give that rotting ass of yours a bit of exercise - no offence, honey, but it really needs it." Perhaps it wasn't her sharpest or most acute wit ever, but in her defence she was incredibly stressed and trying to keep a straight, stoic facade despite that. Praying to Cinnoru that her goading had worked, the warrior kicked up her heels and began to run, slowly at first, hoping to lure Aurelia into following her - she looked behind herself as she did, willing the others to run while they still could.

[OOC: Basically she's trying to lure Aurelia into chasing her and leaving the others alone, via the crappest insults ever xD]